I always want to say that it’s my favourite holiday of the year, but that’s a lie. I think. As much as I love Hallowe’en, with all its dressing up, and its creepy stories, and the dressing up, and all the little kids running around in their costumes for candy, and the dressing up… I have to say that I love the Christmastime holiday more. Something about the way people get a smidge nicer that time of year. I only like it a little more than Hallowe’en though. Very little. Maybe it’s a tie? I’m not sure.
One thing I definitely love about Hallowe’en is the pumpkin-ing. This year, rather than set up a pumpkin scene on my porch, I tried to angle it so that it’d be visible from the street, in the hopes of luring more children up our lawn.
(You can’t really see it, but there’s a rat perched atop that pumpkin, gnawing away at him. My original idea was actually to have the cage surrounded by smaller vicious-faced pie pumpkins, who would all be stabbing and poking at the big pumpkin with sticks. With the crush of packing and work, however, I didn’t have time for that, so this is what I ended up with. Ah well, maybe next year.)
Aside from relocating my pumpkin scene, I also put a line of little jack-o-lantern tealights leading up my walkway in festive orange flickeriness, and threw up some Hallowe’en-y lights in the windows. I’m not sure if I should be crediting these changes, but we had double the number of trick or treaters* this year, so I’m not going to question it. It is very gratifying to be rid of nearly all the candy we bought!
* The Boy will pointedly comment that I couldn’t honestly say we doubled the number of “children”. There were more than a few parents trick-or-treating right along with their kids (with bags of their own).
For reasons unknown to me, I always take down my Hallowe’en stuff pretty much as soon as I’ve decided the last candy-seeker has come. In fact, my unhappy pumpkin was in the green bin this morning. Christmas stuff can stay up for weeks, and I get all sentimental about taking it down, but the ghouls and spiders and skeletons? Never. (And believe me, I have an impressive spider collection. One day I’ll find a way to light them up and make a spider montage in the trees across from the pumpkin one. Hm.)
It was a nicely quiet Hallowe’en, which we wrapped up with a post-candy trip to the pub, where I shamefully eked in just a little more work between bits of conversation and bites of bread pudding. I’m trying to hang onto that mental image, because it’s easy for me to think that decorating has to be a big, fussy, time-consuming deal when that wasn’t the case at all this year. I think the secret is bread pudding.